The car pulled out to the road and we headed back towards the city. Lorenzo, sitting in one of the seats looking backwards, watched the Ex Machina headquarters fade into the distance, his distaste not abated at all.
“You look like you’re sulking,” I said.
“Back in the day we never would have stooped to making deals with animals like these,” he said.
“Well, it isn’t fuckin’ back in the day. Besides, after the little newsflash we got today we might need them more than ever. I didn’t think the Picollis would be able to muster up something like that.”
“What? Did you think they’d lay down and give up?”
“After losing an entire generation, all the heads, their funding and their army all at once? I didn’t think it was the end, but I thought they’d need more time to recover,” I said.
“Well, I guess they had some money you didn’t know about.”
“Probably. Or they got some help from out of town. Another family. Detroit maybe, because none of the ears we’ve got on the ground heard shit about this coming. So yeah, Ex Machina stays on the books.”
“Fuck ‘em. Cutting in on our profits. We could make this something great, something pure, but we can’t do it with them riding on our coattails,” he said.
“Fuck sake, Lorenzo. It’s that kind of shit that made the Picollis weak enough to take down. Last time I checked “back in the day” wasn’t so fuckin’ peachy for you. You’re as Italian as the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but they never promoted you above soldier. This discussion is over.”
Lorenzo sat back and stewed in his own juices for a while as the city passed by outside. His attitude was getting on my fucking nerves.
Finally he spoke up again. “Tony said he’s got a new batch of girls at the club tonight, ready to start work tomorrow, if you wanted to help break them in. He said one of them can practically suck a man inside out through his cock.”
Ordinarily, I’d be all over that proposition. Some of these bitches could deep-throat a cock while yodeling the alphabet backwards and juggling three live cats, but you might want to use two condoms when you fucked them.
They weren’t even a shadow of a patch on what it felt like to fuck Kendall. They could never imitate the sexy way Kendall sounded when her pussy was wrapped around my cock.
They’d never look at me the way Kendall did. That might have been what I liked the most. In her eyes, I was a hero. I didn’t just fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk. I changed her life.
I’d seen lots of people who were scared of me. I’d seen professional respect. I’d seen bitches cumming so hard that they passed out, but I hadn’t seen anything like the way Kendall looked at me in over two decades. I wondered if it was a coincidence that she was the one asking me so many questions about that time in my life too.
What was the point of fucking a girl who wasn’t Kendall? Her pussy was made of magic or something, she had it all. She even made me laugh once she got over her shyness and started talking freely.
“No, I’ve got a lot to think about. I’m going to have an early night.” I said.
“What? The ever-fucking Jace Barlow, is sleepy? That reporter’s been hanging around a lot. She the one that tired you out? She looks like she’s got a tight pussy on her. Mind if I have a turn with that little slut?”
I saw red. Leaning forward, I held up one finger. “Look at me. Look at me, motherfucker. You do not talk about her like that. You don’t look at her. You do, we’ve got problems. Understand?”
Lorenzo was caught off guard and didn’t even try to be a tough guy. “OK. Yes, I understand.”
We rode the rest of the way in silence, with him looking like a million thoughts were going through his mind and me ignoring the fuck out of him. After we arrived at Tony’s club, he stepped out and leaned in again.
“That chick is in your mind, man. I ain’t telling you your business, but mark my words. Nothing good will come of that. You’ve been distracted lately, and she’s the reason.”
“Noted. Now, go fuck those bitches and we’ll be back to business in the morning, OK?”
Lorenzo patted the roof of the car and nodded before closing the door. My driver pulled out and I sat back in my seat.
As hard as I tried to convince myself otherwise, he’d hit the nail on the head. The only thing I should have been thinking about was the only thing I’d ever thought about, the Picollis and how to end them.
Instead, I was thinking about Kendall too. And what the fuck was that shit I’d said to Lorenzo? Since when did I care if he wanted me to pass a chick around?